((Did I hit answer privately on that ask
((Did I hit answer privately on that ask
And within a minute, I will be out of the castle. Shall your pestering cease? Or are you planning on accompanying me back to the mainland?
[ ‘Fire mage’. The title, having surfaced in their conversation moments earlier, rang obnoxiously in the coil of his ear. If the title referred to him, he’d have to issue caution around this individual – as much as he held confidence in his own restoration abilities, fire was not something that any vampire wished to have brandished violently in their general direction. His grip fell off the other’s shoulders, taking a step back in order to set distance between them. ]
[Nergui rubbed his shoulders, sniffing slightly before he stepped forwards a step or two.]
Tch. I was going to leave anyways, so seems you’re not out of my claws just yet.
[He gives a bark of laughter]
Well, unless your destination is Riften.
[ He had something akin to an agreement with the Volkihar’s leader, but this vampire didn’t need to know that. Better to dwell in his assumptions than make matters worse by disclosing the truth. ]
Yes. You do digress.
[ He advanced, his stalk predatory, onto the opposing mer – either hand clasping the other’s shoulders and herding him towards the nearest wall, seeking to have the gelid chill of stone grace Nergui’s back. ]
Is there something you want with me… thinblood?
[He didn’t welcome the sudden advance, not when he was following close behind. He growled, not really able to pull Eros’ hand off of him without probably burning it. He was on thin ice already as it was, and assaulting someone of higher rank would do wonders for his reputation. He twisted against the wall, clearly angry.]
And yet you resort to pinning me against a wall. I thought not resorting to violence was something a thickblood would have, but it seems the term only applies to how quickly your mind manages to move, since I stated before I only wish to know the people in this castle.
[He gives a final huff, trying to twist his way under to free himself.]
Azaron’s ears perked up somewhat at the mention of Oblivion portals. History had not been a priority topic in his upbringing, but he’d read about the Oblivion Crisis in books. “A little heat would be a welcome in these harsh winters.” The Khajiit chuckled. “The Daedra….not so much.” He added. “We have been having enough trouble with these dragons returning…”
"Well, from what I heard… it would be like jumping into a fire. Not that… mild in there." He struggled to recall the very few pieces of information he heard from two people. Who weren’t even around during the time or too young.
"Well, perhaps that’s why you have fire magic. Tends to warm a room up as long as you can focus on it. Well, in the very least." he wasn’t going to start yapping about magical theory. This wasn’t Winterhold.
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I am not a member of the Volkihar’s court of vampires.
[ He noted the movement, maintaining a fixed stare on Nergui. ]
As I am not Volkihar, I will leave and enter upon my whim. If they want to make me stay, they’re going to have to physically restrain me – which I highly doubt they will attempt, unless they desire a potential loss of members.
Really now, so any old vampire can walk in? I remember having some difficulty at the gate… well maybe that was because I threatened to gatekeeper. He still looks like a skeever ate his face.
[He patters alongside the other man like a shorebird, at some points trying to move in front of him to cut him off before backing away and attempting again a while later.]
Surely they never want to be on the bad side of a fire mage. Imagine the fallout! Oh you can just see the dying bodies turning into ash… But I digress.
"No," he said flatly.
The spectral Imperial folded his arms over his chest, ” Have you not heard the tale of Mathieu Bellamont, and the great treachery in Cheydinhal?” Lucien makes a face, “Kill a boy’s mother, and vengeance festers in the son.”
He heard bits and pieces of the whole Cyrodiil incidence. It ended in a Purification. And that was probably all he cared to know, because he probably spaced out during the meat of it, and knowing something ended in Purification was not his cup of tea (or blood).
"I…heard of it. Had a friend alive during it. Just joined, too. Funnily, I joined right during a Purification. Horrible. Very scarring. Couldn’t care less about who what when, I just don’t like the word.”
"I told her a wizard did it. And trust me, it wasn’t an easy task. Apparently she stepped on some toes while posing as a servant. "
Tch. Necromancers. Do more good for the dead than healers for the living.
[He gives a slight cackle]
Well, if they were the right Altmer toes, and she wasn’t a high-bred one, I can see why she needed to fly the coop. Crazy, those Summerset Altmers… at least what I heard. Not good.
"You could say it was the latter. An old friend of mine. Had to help her escape Summerset Isle. Though she was quite…shocked to see I was alive after 200 years."
Escape Altmer Hell? A noble task.
…To be honest I think anyone would probably piss themselves if they found out you were still alive without contracting vampirism.
dovahvamp said:Its almost like they’re actually alive, unlike some people here. Hmmmmmm
"Now here’s a face I’m glad to see. Pardon my disappearance. I had something to take care of that required me leaving Skyrim."
"Anyhow, so there are others?"
Take care of? Now what couuuuuld that be? [He snickers]
Bastards, skeever infestations, old girlfriend…?
Fairly normal. Too normal. Painfully normal.